The Common Grace of Alone
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A twenty-something boy coughs in his hand
and puts the breath in his pocket. Dirty air—
The air is dirty. I can see him clearly
with the blue light in the car.
I go and go. I say a lot.
I want to say, Lonely isn’t always
a problem to fix.
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by Shannon Quay
from Anastmohoo, Vol. 4